Sandwiches Are Delicious

So I finally moved into my new apartment yesterday, at long last, and after many great trials. And you know what? It's fucking spectacular. It wound up being "utilities included", which I did NOT expect, so that was most excellent.

Of course, now I have to purchase... EVERYTHING. Dishes, cutlery, shower curtain, bathmat, shelves (9 boxes of books, DVDs, and various other things and NO SHELVES), curtain and curtain rod to cover the 6-7 foot window, hangers, pots and pans, towels, lamps, pillows, pillowcases, more blankets, vacuum, broom, etc etc etc. I got rid of EVERYTHING when I moved into my ex's place. Currently sleeping on a queen-sized foam mat folded in half with a sheet wrapped around it. I'm actually debating just beefing up the foam and continuing to do that, seeing as how it's so light and mobile and takes up no space whatsoever. I might wind up getting an air mattress, but I'm kind of iffy about it for several reasons. One I didn't think of, but one of my coworkers did) is that sex destroys an air mattress, and the whole affair is just kind of /meh in general. Not that I'M getting any, nor am I likely to be for quite some time.

The only significant downfall in this whole thing is that I no longer have internet access. I'm actually considering PAYING for wifi for the first time ever, especially since I'm not paying utilities. I could always just have a friend come down and hack a signal's security for me, but I only pick up one anyway. Might have to go legal on this one.

So, anyway, no internet. Currently writing from work (lunch break, thank you very much). Hopefully I'll get this internet situation resolved quickly, at which time I'm considering having regular posts (MWF or some such thing). If I do go with that, those won't be the ONLY posts necessarily, they'll just be guaranteed.

In other news, my advertising budget ran out, because I make $9/hr. Help support S.A.P.S. (Funny, right? Saps? I kill myself sometimes) by visiting our sponsored links. I can't eat tuna and ramen forever.

One more thing before I go. Today I rang a woman up, and we were talking about life and the state of things. She said something about still standing, then paused, and said "Well I suppose it's more like leaning right now. Definitely leaning." I immediately thought "blog". A perfect statement to define the state of things, hmm?


Ah, nostalgia

I miss Power Rangers.


0-Drunk in 60 seconds or less

I hate my job. But I LOVE a cheap merlot.


We All Have Our Little Problems

double entendre FTW


We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned

But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They're so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly hiher and higher
I can't abide standing outside the fire


I Sincerely Hope

That no one EVER lets me eat a burger (or anything else that size) at two in the morning ever again. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate this (beauty/beast) of a burger just as much as the next guy. Just... not at two in the morning.

I feel like CRAP right now.